{"id":303285,"date":"1999-01-01T00:00:36","date_gmt":"1998-12-31T23:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/chris-honinghgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:27:04","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:27:04","slug":"chris-honinghgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/chris-honinghgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Chris Honingh\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Gek lepelrek<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Als in een dwazer ogenblik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– het onfortuinlijk lot zal immer<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mededingen – bega ik wel de fout<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te denken dat je in mijn eetgerei<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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puntigheden wilt ontdekken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die verscheuren of doorboren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat koud niet meer te pruimen valt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een hoger eetfestijn knalt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tussen monkelende bokalen, zout<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op lippen van de kannibalen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het gebeente dat verguld een bek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vult met zilverkleurig tandenwerk;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je zou braken als je dat beseft.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het riool dat wij ons lichaam heten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarin een wijnvloed naar beneden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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glijdt – dierbare peristaltiek –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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buigt af om moegegeten afval<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weg te vreten. De tandeloze maag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verzuurt zolang het duurt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dat je dat ook lust! Rust nu eens uit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en weeg de krenten met het overleg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van iemand die te vroeg verteert.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het is voorbij, de weg is afgesloten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maak rechtsomkeert en zie niet om;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de lepels kletsen omgekeerd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ze kletsen uit hun nek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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aan de ogen, blauwoogpijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waartegen geen remedie is.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Onderzoek heeft uitgewezen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat de luchtdruk van belang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kan zijn, echter deo volente.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En tja, men noemt het bloed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van planten sap, bij zo’n gemis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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moet iets de oorzaak zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar terug naar blauw. Wang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan wang, wij natuurfervente<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stervelingen, die slechts lezen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onder druk, beschouw de heg,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de graspolwortel of de struik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als ander leven, qualitate qua.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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H\u00e9 zeg, dit is voor onderweg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar blauw, denk ook eens na<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over wat er dampend ontluikt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Er stond een trampoline opgesteld,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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langs de ramen ging mijn onderbuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als een merel met onhandige benen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en uit zijn te zamen geknepen keel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kwam een onzuiver geluid opgeweld.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij maakte zijn dodelijkste sprongen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gestadig op het voormiddaglijk uur,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om z’n as draaiend voor de bakstenen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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muur. Toch was het niet accidenteel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat hij deed, hij leek wel gedwongen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tot deze mildere vorm van geweld.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zijn sprongkracht werd op den duur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weliswaar minder, zijn kromme tenen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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duidden op uitputting en eventueel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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fatalisme, maar voor hetzelfde geld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bleek hij zich zo voor een voldongen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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feit te hebben gesteld. Wat overstuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de gedachte dat alleen trainen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kon baten klonk boven alle krakeel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het gepiep van zijn ijdele sprongen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Zo ging ‘t: m’n buurmans sprong<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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veel hoger dan de mijne, zo hoog,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij verdween haast uit het oog dat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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toch al moeite had hem te volgen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En weer verder, hij zich snijdend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan de lucht, zo ruggelings keren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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af en toe, een haperend vogeldier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat zijn veilig nest opeens verlaten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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had met onder zich de oude stad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vol transparante torens. Nu vloog<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij uit, ik trok me wat verbolgen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit het raam terug, maar hij zong<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar lieve lust. Als hij een lijdend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voorwerp was dan was dit plezier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet waar, dan kon hij ‘t bijzonder<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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adequaat achter zijn val maskeren.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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dat onzwart, die de nimmer witte;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Over het gehele werk<\/h3>\n

Tirade<\/a><\/p>\n

Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Chris Honingh<\/a><\/p>\n
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